Lord Finesse - Soul Plan Lyrics
God bless the child that can hold his ownAgainst the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewnThe type thats known to set the toneJust pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)Check it, its the player to examineMy thought patterns are deep like canyonsA tough companion that women wont adandonThats my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like ninoLay incognito, because lifes a gamble like ceeloThats what we know, forget what they know, or say yoI gotta do my thing, I cant be caught hanging like a haloTime to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffleUse brains over muscle, Im seeing more chips than rufflesGod bless the child that can hold his ownAgainst the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewnThe type thats known to set the toneJust pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)Im gigantic, coming hard like graniteForget where youre from, I represent the whole planetNot the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought patternOpponents I check em, got skills out the rectumDisplay many styles like colors in a spectrumYou cant escape the inconcealableNiggas is so wack, even people reading braille aint feeling you (right)I fell off? come on, imagine itIts the sharp elaborateType of nigga thats not having itOn some new shit, some extra cool shitThe type to lounge in the crib all dayPeeping pay-per-view shitWord, its bugged, hops, I love propsWhen I come to town, Im under survailance like drug spots96, coming from the rear quickIm on some ol hit the lotto & disappear shitGod bless the child that can hold his ownAgainst the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewnThe type thats known to set the toneJust pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)I use poetic psychiatric types of tacticsMan, this rap shit got me seeing more green than st. patricksThe tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skaterCatch me shining from a mile awayThe kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping alizeYou see me sinning with the money and the womenYou think Im winning? shit, Im barely livingForget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and passBrothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglassI roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid***** chasing chickens in the barnyardWord up, while youre still clowningIm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of will downingLiving the life of a grown manMe and dink, and roy ayers, we got the soul planGod bless the child that can hold his ownAgainst the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewnThe type thats known to set the toneJust pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)(roy ayers solos on the keys til fade)
